I believe that miracles happen every day. Every person is a

“I believe that miracles happen every day. Every person is a miracle. Every moment is a miracle. If only we can open our eyes, we’ll see God’s love everywhere.” Thus spoke Bo Sanchez, a man of faith and reflection, whose words shine with the quiet fire of divine awareness. In this saying lies the wisdom of the ages — that the sacred does not dwell only in temples or thunderclouds, but in the simple breath of life itself. He reminds us that miracles are not rare disturbances in the order of nature, but the very rhythm of existence, ever-present, awaiting only the eyes that can see.

From the dawn of time, humankind has sought miracles in lightning and revelation, in burning bushes and parted seas. Yet the wise of every age have known that the true miracle is not found in spectacle, but in awareness. The beating of the heart, the laughter of a child, the rising of the sun over a weary world — these are the silent testaments of God’s love. We miss them only because we have grown blind, our eyes clouded by routine, by doubt, by the noise of a restless mind. To open our eyes, as Bo Sanchez urges, is not to look harder, but to look humbly — to see again with the wonder we once had as children, when every flower was a marvel and every star a message.

In ancient days, the philosopher Heraclitus declared that “miracles are not beyond nature, but in her very heart.” The river that flows, though it seems the same, is ever new — as is the soul that beholds it. Likewise, Sanchez’s insight invites us to rediscover the world as holy ground. For when a person learns to see the ordinary as divine, he no longer lives in scarcity but in abundance. Every breath becomes a prayer, every act of kindness a miracle unfolding. Such a vision transforms life itself into worship, and the world into a cathedral of grace.

Consider the story of Helen Keller, born into silence and darkness, cut off from sound and sight. To her, the world was a vast, shapeless void — until her teacher, Anne Sullivan, placed water upon her hand and traced its name. In that moment, light burst into her inner world. What others saw as ordinary — water flowing from a pump — became her revelation, her miracle. She later said, “Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence.” This is the essence of Bo Sanchez’s wisdom: that even in suffering, even in limitation, the divine whisper is present, waiting to be recognized.

The origin of this insight is not bound to any one faith or time. It is the eternal teaching found in the words of prophets, poets, and saints. The Buddha saw miracles in mindfulness, Christ in compassion, Francis of Assisi in the sparrow’s song. Each discovered that the world is not lacking in miracles — it is overflowing with them — but our eyes, dulled by cynicism, fail to see. Sanchez merely renews this ancient song for the modern soul: that God’s love is woven through every heartbeat, every sunrise, every act of mercy, if only we will behold it.

The paradox of the human heart is that we seek proof of God in the extraordinary, when He reveals Himself in the ordinary. We look for signs in the heavens, while the miracle stands before us in the friend who forgives, the stranger who helps, the loved one who endures. To live as Bo Sanchez teaches is to cultivate gratitude so deep that it becomes vision — to see each day not as a burden to survive, but as a sacred gift to embrace.

Thus, the lesson is clear and profound: if you wish to find miracles, do not wait for thunder; open your eyes to the quiet rain. Do not demand signs; become aware of the sign that is already you. Every person you meet carries the imprint of divinity. Every hour of your life holds the potential for grace. The greatest act of faith is not in asking for miracles — it is in seeing them everywhere.

So, my friends, let this truth take root in your spirit: walk slowly, breathe deeply, and look with love. When you rise, see the miracle of dawn. When you work, see the miracle of purpose. When you love, see the miracle of connection. And when you suffer, know even then that God’s love enfolds you still. For to the eyes awakened, every heartbeat is holy, every soul a wonder, and every moment — yes, every moment — a miracle.